I dream of his hands on my hips ad he slowly slides into me from behind. I hear him grunt under his breath as I tighten my pussy around him.
“Do you like that, daddy?” I purr.
My wrists are tied over my head, together and to the headboard and my hair is pulled into high pigtails, perfect for pulling. I lean back into him, taking that last inch of his cock deep into my pussy.
“Fuck me, daddy,” I beg, wanting to feel him thrust into me. “Please, fuck me.”
“You want my cock, don’t you?”
“You’re like a bitch in heat. Show me how much you want me, pet.”
He held still and I began to move back and forth, fucking myself with his cock.
“Is that all? Is that the best you can do? Don’t you want me?”
“Yes, daddy,” I pouted. I moved faster and wiggled my ass against him, clenching my pussy tight.
“That’s better,” he growled, leaning against me to meet my pussy with every thrust. His hands traveled up my sides and to my breasts, to my sensitive nipples. Cash pinched them, gently at first, then harder, and I moaned, bouncing against his cock harder.
Cash pulled out and flipped me over, and with my hands still bound over my head, he had full access to my breasts. He entered me again and leaned over me so he could tease my tits with his tongue. I flinched as he gently bit my breast.
“Trust me,” he said, looking into my eyes.
I exhaled the breath I didn’t even know I was holding. I was exposed, vulnerable, and totally his.
He began to move his hips, ever so slightly, as he sucked on my left nipple. I wrapped my legs around him and moaned, wanting more, wanting to be fucked, hard. My nipples ached. His mouth moved to the right nipple, pausing only for a moment to kiss me hard on the mouth.
“You are mine,” he whispered.
“Fuck me, daddy,” I moaned. “I’m yours.”
He obliged, sitting up for better leverage and trusting hard into my wet pussy again and again, hitting my g-spot with every drive into me. My breasts bounced as he fucked me, and he reached down and pulled on my nipples, hard.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…”
I cried out as I came, squirting all over his cock. He didn’t stop. The waves of my orgasm made my back arch and I strained against the ropes binding me to the bed. My pussy ached with sensitivity, but Cash fucked me harder and continued to tug on my nipples.
“Is my little girl satisfied?” he asked with a smirk.
“Yes, daddy,” I panted.
“I don’t think you are, not yet. I’m not done with you.”
He didn’t relent, and I screamed out with every thrust. My pussy was super sensitive, but the pain was also pleasure.
“Come for me, daddy. Please daddy, I want your come.”
Cash stopped suddenly and pulled out.
“I’m not ready to come just yet, pet,” he said, and evil smile on his face. “And I’m not done with you just yet either.”
I gasped as he inserted one finger, then two, then three into my swollen, pussy. He fucked me hard with his fingers, watching my face and smiling as I cried out.
“You little slut, the neighbors are going to hear you.”
I couldn’t help it. I was so sensitive from just coming, his fingers in me were too much. He stopped thrusting into me and instead began wiggling inside me, massaging me g-spot and making me scream.
“If you can’t be quiet, I’ll have to gag you.”
To be continued…
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